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DREAM LAND.

WHERE sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmèd sleep:
 Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
 Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
 And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
 That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west
 The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain:
She cannot feel the rain
 Upon her hand.